Idiocy - The Double

Heather I'm on a plane That I pray won't get off the ground It's a perfectly clear day But I have storm clouds in my mind It's so foolish why I do this Why I do

I drink one bottle of wine each night To help me get over you And I've grown quite fond of what One bottle can do Puts me to sleep Without a dream Without a tho

On the way on the way down to destruction There are places where I find my rest Make no mistake make no mistake of my intentions Your arms are the place I like